So many miles ahead to wear the soles off of my shoes
So many blocks around to stumble over
So many good- and well-intentioned people saying all the “just the right things” that for a moment it seems like we’re on the right track…together
We’re gonna get there someday…
I’m gonna climbthat mountain…
And what will happen after that?
Pigs will fly.
Do the best you can, after all, it’s only fair.
And while you’re up there, throw me down that slab of bacon.